Believing that every person, at their core, is good; believing that life itself, at its core, is good; believing that he universe itself, at its core, is good; believing that these truths don't change even if there is no God or Heaven.
Can't agree with this. Man is fallen, remember? That's how all this started.
You tell me that the world is fair, in spite
Of the old fall; and that I should not turn
So to the grave, and let my spirit yearn
After the quiet of the long last night.
Have I then shut mine eyes against the light,
Grief-deafened lest my spirit should discern?
Yet how could I keep silence when I burn?
And who can give me comfort?—hear the right.
Have patience with the weak and sick at heart:
Bind up the wounded with a tender touch.
Comfort the sad, tear-blinded as they go:—
For tho' I failed to choose the better part,
Were it a less unutterable woe
If we should come to love this world too much?—
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